Wednesday's child is full of job-woe
Yeah, I seem to have failed at posting yesterday. *iz awesum* But handwaving it is only one of the joys of doing things non-officially. Maybe I'll post twice today.
Yesterday SUCKED. I spent all day (as well as this morning) doing crap for the business group and omg, I'm going to kill someone. The business paralegals are the shittiest group of people I've ever known for adequately (ADEQUATELY, mind, I'm not asking for eloquence here) explaining what the fuck they even want me to do. It's like, "Um, can you do this?" and I'm like "Uh. No? ....What is it?" and they're like "*incomprehensible jargon jargon and jargon, mostly consisting of information on the company in question with very little explanation of the actual work*". And I'm like, "....Was. Did that. Answer the question?" I spend a lot of time going "IS IT ME? AM I DUMB?"
Not to mention how FUN (and by "fun", I mean "soul-deadening") said actual work is. It always takes FOREVER and has to do with sorting HUGE numbers of documents into some semblance of order when I'm never quite sure of what the docs are or even where the hell they're supposed to go. It's simultaneously mentally taxing and incredibly boring.
Yes, and this is why I hate my job. One of the reasons. MY SQUARE PEG-ISHNESS DOES NOT FIT INTO THE CORPORATE/LAW ROUND HOLE. And even if I could try harder to make it fit, I wouldn't want to.
Today's the kind of day where I have Nelly's "Hot in Here" in my head and I have to fight to not bob along to mind-radio and mutter, "I am. Gettin' so hot. I wanna take my cloooothes off..." while standing at the copier (which I've been doing WAY TOO MUCH). As usual, my life is ridiculous entirely because of what goes on in my own brain.
Yesterday SUCKED. I spent all day (as well as this morning) doing crap for the business group and omg, I'm going to kill someone. The business paralegals are the shittiest group of people I've ever known for adequately (ADEQUATELY, mind, I'm not asking for eloquence here) explaining what the fuck they even want me to do. It's like, "Um, can you do this?" and I'm like "Uh. No? ....What is it?" and they're like "*incomprehensible jargon jargon and jargon, mostly consisting of information on the company in question with very little explanation of the actual work*". And I'm like, "....Was. Did that. Answer the question?" I spend a lot of time going "IS IT ME? AM I DUMB?"
Not to mention how FUN (and by "fun", I mean "soul-deadening") said actual work is. It always takes FOREVER and has to do with sorting HUGE numbers of documents into some semblance of order when I'm never quite sure of what the docs are or even where the hell they're supposed to go. It's simultaneously mentally taxing and incredibly boring.
Yes, and this is why I hate my job. One of the reasons. MY SQUARE PEG-ISHNESS DOES NOT FIT INTO THE CORPORATE/LAW ROUND HOLE. And even if I could try harder to make it fit, I wouldn't want to.
Today's the kind of day where I have Nelly's "Hot in Here" in my head and I have to fight to not bob along to mind-radio and mutter, "I am. Gettin' so hot. I wanna take my cloooothes off..." while standing at the copier (which I've been doing WAY TOO MUCH). As usual, my life is ridiculous entirely because of what goes on in my own brain.